#sequel!

[empressgeekt]

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GUess who's back babaY! The long awaited Sequal is here!!!!!!

Preview:

"A lot can change in a couple of years, at least for Branch it had.

Too think only eight seasons ago, he was living alone in an empty bunker. Trapped in a world of routine and grayness. Now, as he looked around the grand training arena stretched out before him, with the large field, target range and armory nestled in the walls, that were carved into the old wood of a redwood stump, his life couldn’t be more different."

... Or after the Chef's Attack and the new Bergen/Troll peace alliance, it seemed like life could finally settle into a new safer normal. With Branch's identity revealed to the public, and the real life conquenses of his work known, Troll Village can finally move forward not only happily, but safely as well. The Forest Guard, the first defense force in generations is slowly but steadily being established, giving the village breathing room to truly live in joy and peace. However, a new, older threat now lurks on the horizon. Secrets hidden and paid in blood are unlocked and webs of lies are untangled. Branch can only hope that everything and everyone is strong enough for what is coming next...

... Sequel to "Rise of the Forest Guardian" and will try to update every other weekend.

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Hope anyone still here is excited. Sorry it took so long. Had a lot of chaos at school, and I'm trying to find work writing.

[hearttodevour]

Part 1

you consider skipping class the following day, but you have assignments to turn in. you meet up with your best friend, and she's her usual upbeat self. perhaps even a little more radiant and a little dreamier.

you can't shake the image of her under you, naked, pressed into the forest trail.

you smile back, all too easily. you deceived her. if she knew it was you, if she knew how you hunger for her, surely she'd keep her distance. you swear to yourself it was just a one-time lapse in judgement.

when the full moon rises, you find yourself again in that same part of the woods. and there she is again. waiting for you. she comes first this time, and makes you wait for your release as she fingers you with one hand and works your cock with the other. it ends up being a long night.

(werewolf pseudopenises apparently play a role in social displays; you wouldn't know. you've never had a pack)

the second month is even more frustrating. you lean your head on her shoulder as you're watching a movie, and you flash to your snout between her legs. you bite your pen and remember the marks you left on her thigh.

you're out on a day trip with her and her friends, the day before the full moon's night. you try not to stare at her in her swimsuit. you try not to imagine ripping it off her. you try to enjoy the town and the sunlight.

the last bus back is cancelled. you're stranded there overnight. the friends are excited for the fun twist in the adventure; your best friend smiles with them, but you can imagine a wistful dissappointment in her. you, however, swallow down terror.

you resist the call of the moon until everyone's asleep. you try not to disturb your best friend as you sneak out of from next to her and out of the cheap hotel room. your bones crackle and snap as you make your way to the roof, and when you finally give in, the transformation is agonizing. you pant and whine and curse your luck.

you watch the lights of the strange town, smelling unfamiliar scents, hiding from view. bored, alone and afraid. hours pass at a snail's pace. you wonder if there are other werewolves out here tonight. you try to hide even smaller.

as dawn finally paints sky, and you think it's over, the door to the roof opens. it's your best friend, wearing her pyjamas, softly calling your name.

you lock eyes and both freeze. it is at that moment that the sun crests the horizon. you cover your face as you start to transform back, as fur sheds to reveal skin, as fangs turn to teeth, as the wolf is unwound, and there is only you.

a moment passes, and you look through your fingers. your best friend comes over to you, and takes you into a hug.

"I always hoped it was you," she whispers in your ear. you hesitate, but you hug her back.

maybe it's the lingering wolf in you, but you kiss her. she kisses you back. it's a small, gentle thing, but it feels like more raw and hungry than anything you've done on those moonlit nights.

"the others are going to sleep for a few more hours, right?" you say. she looks quizzical, but then breaks out into a grin.

you push her against a wall and kiss her.

[storyshark2005]

Fic Excerpt - post-Been and Gone

A smol excerpt IN WHICH! Noel Gallagher, post-Glastonbury, is very, very drunk, and has just had (disastrous! amazing!) phone sex with his brother. Liam is sober and finds this all highly, highly amusing. ENJOY:

“Didn’t think you had it in you, Noely G.”

“To be fair, I am completely fucking wasted.” Noel half-laughs, knowing he was going to regret all of this very, very soon.

“Well fucking stay wasted, you dick. Was fucking amazing.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Liam’s voice has gone all soft and warm. “Missed that.” 

“Better in person, though.” 

“Well find a taxi and get over here. I’ll blow your fucking mind tonight.”

“There’s no taxis out here, you idiot.” 

“Right, then, let’s get you done now. C’mon, there’s gotta be an empty teepee round there somewhere.”

“I am not wanking in the middle of fucking Glastonbury.” 

Liam’s already laughing, because it’s an old joke, because with Liam’s vocabulary and attention span, the phone sex thing really only ever worked one way.

“Go on, love. Get your kecks down.”

“In your dreams,” Noel suggests, cheek resting against his fist.

“Yeah,” Liam agrees. 

Noel looks up, and he can see the stars coming out. Not Ireland bright, but they might come close if not for the stadium lights.

“Did I say you were mega tonight?” 

“At which part?” Noel grins, all dopey and tequila slow.

“The show, you egotistical dick.” 

“You’re a fucking show. A smokeshow,” he mouths the word in an exaggerated American accent.

“Who the fuck are you, and what’ve you done with my brother?” 

“I am tequila. And I’ve replaced your very fit, superbly talented, and extremely intelligent brother with an idiot.”

“My idiot.” 

“Ye-ess,” Noel giggles, just a little bit. 

“Well fucking keep the other one. Think I like this version better.” 

“I’m afraid he’ll be gone in about,” Noel pretends to check his watch. “Six hours. Maybe less. You’ll have the mean one back after that.” 

“What if I don’t want the mean one back?”

“Then fucking tough shit.”

“Ah, well. Sort of like ‘em grumpy, anyway.”

Noel wipes his hand down his face. “I really might freak out tomorrow.”

Liam makes a dismissive tsking sound. “Just get it over with. Come over for brekkie. Debbie’s making eggs benny.” 

“No.” 

“What if I say please?”

“That doesn’t work on me anymore.” 

“Fucking did a minute ago.”

He’s got a point.

“I’ve gotta get home. Figure things out with Sara.” 

“You can do that after breakfast.” 

He’s got another point.

“I’m not coming for breakfast, Liam.” 

“You are,” Liam laughs like he knows he’s won. “You are, you are!” 

“Am not,” Noel sighs. “Am not, am not.” 

“See you in the mooning,” Liam makes a kissing sound into the receiver and hangs up.

Noel covers his face and growls and throws his phone into the tree. Which he has to bend over and pick up a few seconds later. 

Idiot, he thinks, and goes to find something to prolong his state of mind awhile longer.

[thefangirlinduo]

Krithika Shah-Acharya doesn't know what she's doing

Urvashi was starting to realize that her great-niece and daughter of her protégé, was showing to be as equally hopeless as her mother in questing.

The gods had been planning this quest for Krithika for decades now, in anticipation that she would fulfill her role as the Durga, and be as skilfull as her parents. They hadn't wanted to use the threat of divorce on Aru and Aiden, but hey! Here they were.

Krithika had been destined from birth to be one of the most revered figures in Hindu culture. Exactly 12 years ago, Parvati had misused her power to great extent. As punishment, Shiva sent his wife down to be reincarnated as a mortal. Parvati begged her husband for mercy, and so he lightened the punishment, sending Durga (her alter ego) down instead.

And that was how Krithika was born: To the two most powerful figures in the Otherworld. A war hero who was half aspara, and to the most powerful demigod in existence.

Unfortunately, Krithika was seeming to be nothing like the goddess' soul that she possesed. Book smart, a diagnosed patient of anxiety, and as awkward as Urvashi remembered Aru to be, she was starting to consider telling the other gods that this wasn't such a fantastic idea after all.

And right now, Urvashi was wondering if her grand-niece was fit for this mission after all. She clicked off her monitor, and buried her head in her hands. The Otherword had done this once, and they were about to do it again: The world was trusting a 12 year old to save it.

[xlehukax]

I had an epiphany: Loki reacts to MY favorite Disney movies. Because I missed some before.

Lilo And Stitch:

You: (pulling on Loki's sleeve) LOKI, LOKI, you ARE Stitch. YOU'RE THE SAME!

Loki: In what way am I related to a creature with six arms, pray tell?

You: Well, you're both aliens, you're both all 'world-domination' but in a kinda cute and not really all that scary way, knives to you is like guns to Stitch, and you both need to work on the anger levels.

Loki: This is incredibly demeaning. I AM NOT CUTE.

You: Yeah, sure.

The Emperor's New Groove:

Loki: That's not how magic works.

You: Lokes, it's a movie it's not supposed to be realistic. It's a comedy! For children!

Loki: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!!

Meet the Robinsons:

You: Hey, do you think you could do any of the things in this movie?

Loki: How do you mean?

You: Like, I dunno, make bubble transporters or singing frogs or dinosaurs.

Loki: I can do the bowler hat.

You: NOPE!

Loki: I am also proficient in horribly traumatising events for children, like seeing your entire future family attempt to kill you.

You: I think I'm just going to ask Tony on this one...

Beauty And The Beast:

Loki: I sympathize with the characters in this movie.

You: Yeah? I mean, I guess you're sorta like Beast. Tough exterior but all mushy inside.

Loki: HOW DARE YOU! I AM VERY CLEARLY A BELLE!

You: (giggling) How so?

Loki, ticking it off on his fingers: I LIKE TO READ, WE'RE BOTH OSTRACIZED BY OUR KINGDOMS, LOCKED UP IN DUNGEONS BECAUSE OF OTHER PEOPLE AND WE BOTH LOOK GOOD IN A DRESS!

Loki, content: I rest my case.

You: Fair enough.

The Muppets:

You: This movie is so funny. Such a classic!

Loki: I do not understand your Midgardian humor.

You: Well, give me an example of what you find funny, and I'll think of a movie we can watch.

Loki: Hmmm.

Loki: Surprise stabbings. Primarily of Thor.

You: Uh... maybe we'll watch John Wick later.

Hercules:

You: The music here is so good!

Loki: There are so many things wrong with this.

You: DON'T!

Loki: I have met Hercules. Not only can he not sing a single note, but he is also a complete ass. Made fun of me.

You: Don't ruin this for me any more, Debbie Downer.

[officiallordvetinari]

17776 SEQUEL! 17776 SEQUEL!

[delicatefury]

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BREATH OF THE WILD...

SEQUEL!!!!

(Me. At work. Seeing this on my phone)